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So, I was sad, heartbroken and dejected. Look what came out of it:

Have you seen those memes, who make fun of kids / teens crying because they broke up with someone or the person who they liked rejected them, and they act like they'll never find someone else? Even when, it is possible, they weren't even close to truly loving that person? I always laughed a lot when I saw them.

After all, they have all their lives ahead of them, what the hell are they doing suffering for a person, when there are 7 billion people in the world? Yeah, I thought they were stupid.

Then I met you. And, well, if they were stupid, I had retardation and autism combined.

I had never wanted anyone so much. And neither did I think it was possible to want so much in the first place.

And, even though we had many problems (My nerves, inexperience, the ... "Dilemma" with that person, etc), when it was midnight, and we were still talking, telling each other our secrets, and joking, I was happy. Everything we had to deal with could go to hell. You made me happy, and that was all that mattered.

Then, 2017 got here, and I started to love you even more, and to be happier.

Honestly, I always thought that the idea of ​​seeing the same person for the rest of your life would be monotonous, and that I would end up getting bored. That the "love" would end, so to speak.

With you ... spending the rest of my life waking up next to you, well, it didn't sound boring. Instead, it made me extremely happy.

But fate didn't want it to be that way.

And, in some way, I do not think either of us is to blame for how things ended.

Have you heard the saying, "If two people are meant to be together, no matter how much time passes or who wants to avoid it, in the end they will be together"?

Yeah, well, it's true.

The saying is true, although it doesn't apply to us.... It never did.

But I'm stubborn, damn it. I don't like to give up. If I see even the slightest light at the end of the tunnel, I will continue to run towards it.

After all, hope is the last thing you lose, isn't it?

But, I guess I should go against that habit. The light went out, long ago. The only thing that is still alight are my illusions, waiting for what will never come.

And, like yesterday, I'll run away from what would shut down my illusions, and would tell me that I should move on with my life.

And I will keep on like this, I don't know for how long.

I remember seeing a picture a while ago, I think it described perfectly how I feel, but I didn't download it and despite looking for it I didn't find it. It went something like this:

Acting as if you don't like her anymore will be the best course of action now though, don't give her the satisfaction. Not so much you don't care about her but that you've accepted that the relationship is over.

Acting like a man and not like a bitch is gonna be the best way win her over is the jyst.

Acting as if you don't like her anymore will be the best course of action now though, don't give her the satisfaction. Not so much you don't care about her but that you've accepted that the relationship is over.

Acting like a man and not like a bitch is gonna be the best way win her over is the jyst.

Take it from someone who gets hoes, never send this to any girl ever again. You failed to guard your reputation which is the most important thing growing up over some pussy. It's not some beautiful poetry or message, this is some sappy, cringe-inducing cry for attention that she will use as leverage to sabotage you or show to her friends to laugh at.

I'm not being a dick. I'm giving you cold hard facts of life. Don't fuck up before its too late, romeo only gets serious when he needs to be

I actually think this piece is well written. I would completely restructure it though into a poem, and make it more vague so it can apply to anyone, and not just necessarily you. I'd also put a lot of enjambment so that a lot of lines can take on double meanings. Lastly, this piece needs a title. Just a rough example below:

[That Someone (Temporary title)]
Teens, mere children
crying
rejected, they act
like they'll never find someone,
someone else.
Even when,
it is possible,
they weren't even close
to truly loving that someone?
I always laughed, a lot
when I saw them.

They have their lives
ahead of them,
what are they doing
suffering
for someone,
when there are 7 billion "someones" in the world?
I thought they were stupid.

Then I met you. And,
if they were stupid,
I had retardation and autism combined.

I had never
wanted, someone
anyone, so much.
I did not think it was possible
to want
so much in the first place.

And, even though
we had many problems,
my nerves,
inexperience,
the ... "Dilemma" with that person,
when it was midnight,
and we were still talking,
telling each other our secrets,
and joking,
I was happy.
Everything we had
to deal with
could go to hell.
You made me happy,
and that was all that mattered.

Then, I started to love you even more,
and to be happier.

I always thought that the
idea of ​​seeing
the same someone
for the rest of my life
would be monotonous.
I would end up getting bored.
The "love" would end.

With you ...
spending the rest of my life
waking up next to you, well,
it didn't sound boring.
Instead, it made me extremely happy.

But fate didn't want it to be that way.

And, in some way,
I do not think
either of us is
to blame for how things ended.

"If two people are meant to be together,
no matter how much time passes
or who wants to avoid it,
in the end
they will be together"?

Have you heard that saying?
Yeah, well, it's true.

But it doesn't apply to us....
It never did.

But I'm stubborn.
I don't like to give up.
If I see even the slightest light
at the end of the tunnel,
I will continue to run towards it.

After all, hope
is the last thing
you lose,
isn't it?

But, the light went
out, long ago.
The only thing still alight
are my illusions, waiting
for what will never come.

And, like yesterday,
I'll run away
from what would extinguish
my illusions,
and would tell me
I should move on with my life.
And I will keep on like this,
I don't know for how long.

"I can lose everything,
fucking everything.
But not you.
God...
Not you."

Take it from someone who gets hoes, never send this to any girl ever again. You failed to guard your reputation which is the most important thing growing up over some pussy. It's not some beautiful poetry or message, this is some sappy, cringe-inducing cry for attention that she will use as leverage to sabotage you or show to her friends to laugh at.

I'm not being a dick. I'm giving you cold hard facts of life. Don't fuck up before its too late, romeo only gets serious when he needs to be

@Caves; romeo is abosolutely right. I hate to admit this, but I was one of those girls. love letters always make me assume the guy was a creep, and I would show all my friends and laugh about it. Now excuse me while I go contemplate how mean that was.

I actually think this piece is well written. I would completely restructure it though into a poem, and make it more vague so it can apply to anyone, and not just necessarily you. I'd also put a lot of enjambment so that a lot of lines can take on double meanings. Lastly, this piece needs a title. Just a rough example below:

- - - Updated - - -

@Caves; romeo is abosolutely right. I hate to admit this, but I was one of those girls. love letters always make me assume the guy was a creep, and I would show all my friends and laugh about it. Now excuse me while I go contemplate how mean that was.

Thanks for the compliment in my writing!

I can't believe you're the only one that got the purpose of the thread

Actually, I do have a title for it. I have several parts written, in fact. I just didn't post them cause of the "lol cringy faggot" comments I'd get.

You can talk Spanish, right? Maybe I'll pm you the parts. They're all on Wattpadd (Spanish only, though).

Also, that's, uh... Kind of the thing. She used to really like whenever I wrote or talked to her about this kind of stuff. That's why it hurt when she dismissed this one so easily.